'a Home Treasured'
Memories scuffle to be remembered
I wish this journey did not have to be endeavored
The pictures against the wall
Each with its own story to scrawl
I can still hear the laughter
Something we never use to chase after
It all came so naturally
This place embraces everything that means family
If we close the door today
Our hearts might feel a wee bit grey
Calling it home was a treasure
Blessed was I beyond measure
Contest: A Change Of View
2nd Place
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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